Out With the Old [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up
What| The rescue of the NPC Legionnaires
Where| A movie studio in New New York
When| Takes place the same time as "Books of Magic"
Warnings/Notes| N/a

The studio where the Legionnaires are being held is swarming with supervillains. It's a trap, of course. But that doesn't mean they have to walk right into it. They have a plan, and now it's time to put it into action.

The Legion of Supervillains are expecting the non-native Legionnaires to be pushovers. They're about to discover just how crushingly, devastatingly wrong they are.

Comments

[vata]

It's such a quick spark, that comment. A match held up to her curiosity, enough that Sombra snaps her head up entirely of her own volition, foregoing the gentle teasing she'd intended to put him through for at least the next minute.

"Compulsion." She knew it. She knew it - there was something about Felix's arguments that'd stuck too well, dug too deep. She'd liked him, listened to him in spite of the fact that she'd sworn with vindictive pride to Wash himself that she'd put a bullet between Felix's eyes if he ever turned up.

For a little while Sombra wondered if this was all in her head, if he really was just that good.

"Did you feel it, too?"

[agnominal]

"Yes. His offer seemed reasonable. For a moment..."

For a moment he thought she'd take him up on it, and he couldn't have blamed her. He'd basically offered her everything she could ask for on a silver platter, and all she had to give in return was her trust.

He remembered when he could be that convincing without his powers. When they were both struggling to return to life as civilians, and he came back around. Mentioned he knew a guy. Knew how they could find purpose again.

All he had to do...

"He might have followed through." It's worth saying. Worth telling her what she might have just given up on.

[vata]

She tilts her head from side to side as if nodding in thoughtful agreement: even with his voice gone and well out of earshot, she has to admit, it wasn't a bad bargain. The agreement favored her more than it did him outright.

"Maybe."

Why bother telling her this now? Even without his helmet there to obscure his face, she finds him somewhat unreadable. It's a weird hand to play after a resounding win for their side.

"You know, for somebody that supposedly did him in, he seemed pretty invested in getting you back."

[agnominal]

"We worked well together. With his newfound power, it would be easy to return to the way things were before."

Whether that's all he meant to do once that was achieved? Who knew. But the alien AI had been quite specific. Felix needed him. It was the reason for the nudges, the lies, the manipulation.

Sad thing was beyond that? It really hadn't been so bad. Not all of the time.

"...We were partners." And there's as little inflection in his tone there as he can manage.

[vata]

"Being partners isn't marriage, mijo." It's a tactless comment, but Sombra's tone— her intonation— seems more personal than critical: much as she owed her life to Los Muertos, she isn't there still fighting the good fight alongside them. It's a simple truth kept framed in the back of her mind like a reminder when the urge sinks in to cling to comfort.

Nothing lasts forever.

"He could have found somebody else, if he wanted to." Her lips purse together tightly for a beat, let out on a low exhale. "And if what he needs is to control you, I don't regret getting in his way."

[agnominal]

It wasn't all bad.

He shakes that feeling away silently before nodding once. What she's done here, he won't soon forget. He doesn't need to fall back under Felix's sway even if it might still be somewhat tempting. It would be easier. It would be simpler.

But this is his choice.

"He will use anyone he can to get what he wants. And now I doubt I am his sole target." A significant look there. She's just spat in his eye, and his pride won't allow for that to go without retaliation. He knows him too well for that.

[vata]

"What." There's something typical about how quick she is to dismiss his warning, shrugging it off as if she'd hardly heard him at all. Her shoulders shrug; she looks entirely uninterested in discussing it.

"You want me to tell you I'll be careful or something? Vato, no me hagas reír." Nothing in this world or any other is going to keep her from getting her way. Certainly not fear. "He's fine. I triple locked the doors and he can't reach the panel to unlock them from the ground floor."

Piece of cake. Vegan space cake.

"Once we're done here? We'll send somebody else back to pick him up. Es fácil."

[agnominal]

"They'll need to be warned what he's capable of."

It'd be a shame if they forgot to do that, and Felix somehow managed to slip through the cracks and escape. He was here now, here. Not dead, not a universe away, alive and here. It weighs on him.

Luckily, it appears he has allies that can deal with him easily enough.

[vata]

"They can wear earplugs."

Is that a joke?



...probably not.

[agnominal]

If it works, it works. Provided they have something like that handy. He's not prepared to scoff at anything regarding this situation, at any rate.

Too many things can go wrong. Too much at risk. Not a situation he likes by any means.